"Lucian," she whispered again, her voice now carrying an urgency that had not been there before. "Get ready. They won't give us a second chance."
Lucian nodded silently, his eyes fixed on the shapes that were beginning to materialize from the shadows. He held the net tightly, but didn't throw it yet - he knew that, like Wanda, they had to choose the right moment to act, as any hasty move could end the whole mission. His hands were sweating slightly, but his expression remained calm, his blue-gray eyes calculating every detail of the situation with almost supernatural precision.
